Yuuri Under Water

Chapter One

Yuuri Nikiforov, 27, had done it again. The humiliation of the year before still lingered within him and was now as fresh as ever. He had done it again, what he promised his fans he would stop for everyone's sake. Yuuri didn't understand how anyone expected him to focus when he skated to such an exotic piece. Especially one that reminded him so much of his husband, Viktor.

Last years fate had been the same. Since then, he was being coached on presentation skills by his (illegally adopted) son Yuri Plisetsky.
"If you get too excited" the blonde had said before the start of the season "think of something gross."
"Like what?" Yuuri questioned
"Well, you can think of JJ"

Ultimately, Yuuri had lost his self control and months of work went down the drain. Just like his self esteem and goals in life.
To be fair, Viktor was the one that had coaxed him into competing again. After weeks of Viktor begging and refusing to consume anything but protein shakes, Yuuri had reluctantly agreed.
The problem was stupid really. During training, bits of ice would float around in a wet spot. The first guess was that Chris had somehow gotten into Ice Castle, but that was quickly dismissed after confirmation that he had been busy strolling through Amsterdam's red light district. The mystery was left unsolved until Viktor made an interesting observation. The ice melted only during and after his rather exciting free skate and re-froze a bit after he stopped.
Yuuri was so hot, he melted the damn ice.
At least he got to the finals this time. Last year he was disqualified during Rostelecom cup and the whole event was pushed back until days later. If Russians didn't hate him before, they surely did now.

Viktor sat next to his love, Yuuri. He felt bad for his second consecutive disqualification but didn't say anything and only put an arm around him. Together, they watched their son Yurio skate. It goes without saying that the 18 year old wasn't really theirs. Adoption papers for Yurio had been forged and hidden from said person. Either way they loved him and spoiled him as much as they could, just as if he was theirs.

That night in their cozy apartment, Yuuri has cried into Viktor's chest. The Russian stroked his husbands hair.
"Can't you he-" Yuuri hiccuped in between words "-lp me?"
"Aw baby, what do you want me to do," Viktor smiled "make the ice colder?"
Immediately, the Japanese man had looked up, a shine adorning his eyes.
"Could you do that?"
Viktor smiled a smile so fake that Kim Kardashian's ass was jealous, and nodded.